Chapter 865: Blood-Colored Qi Fortune Blade!

Didn't bother with the fallen Lu Bu and Zhou Dong.

Tang Luo turned and landed, gazing at Ao Yulie.

Ao Yulie bared his teeth in a smile: "Master, how's this dubbing?"

Just now it wasn't Tang Luo speaking, but Ao Yulie doing the dubbing; the voice came down from heaven, layered with overlapping echoes, demonic sound flooding the ears, making hearts race.

It fit Tang Luo's current Heavenly Demon appearance perfectly.

As a "Heaven-defying monster," how could there not be something special?

"…Not bad." Tang Luo replied perfunctorily, feeling it a bit over the top, but the effect should be alright.

According to Ao Yulie's explanation, this contains three layers of strategy.

The first layer is Jia Rong, who transformed from a Heavenly Human into a Heavenly Demon; his strength remains, Heavenly Demon's demonic sound, peerlessly dominant.

The second layer is that others detected a hint of sternness masking weakness in this dominance; if the Heavenly Demon were truly invincible, why rush in and out, loosing only a single arrow, creating a huge spectacle yet failing to kill Zhou Dong and Lu Bu?

Yes, Zhou Dong and Lu Bu were merely seriously injured, not dead.

So, the Heavenly Demon is afflicted!

The third layer is Ao Yulie deliberately letting everyone see the "Heavenly Demon is afflicted."

Ao Yulie's three-layered stratagem!

As for whether it works, we'll see shortly.

"Kill!"

A roar rang out; the seriously wounded Zhou Dong and Lu Bu failed to intimidate the heroes.

Accompanied by the sound of killing intent soaring to the heavens, the vanguard forces of the three sides began to charge, with thirty thousand troops each advancing from three directions to assault the city.

To call it a siege is a stretch, since the Number One City under Heaven has no gates; the three armies marched straight in, charging onto the city's broad main thoroughfare.

They encountered no resistance at all, rushing straight for the City Lord's Manor.

The thunder of hooves sounded like rolling thunder; only scattered archers on the rooftops beside the road could not stop the three sides' cavalry charge.

Soon the cavalry reached the foot of the Inverted Mountains, apparently about to follow the road upward.

But suddenly the horses lost their front hooves.

It was as if someone had issued an iron-blooded command, or as if invisible blades had simultaneously severed every horse's hooves.

Neighing rang out; the horses collapsed like harvested rice stalks.

Some cavalry abandoned their mounts and leapt up.

Others, whose martial skills were somewhat lacking, failed to ditch their mounts in time, tumbling into the horse herd and becoming a tangled mass.

"What's going on?"

The disturbance inside the city drew the attention of those outside, even though it was clear things wouldn't go smoothly.

Yet this happened without any omen—what on earth occurred?

Horse after horse fell to the ground, pressing against each other, and among them lay many armored warriors; their weights piled up, leaving them limp and unable to rise.

Even those who managed to mount in time were no better off, with many plummeting from midair.

Originally possessing a hundred martial arts, they were now weakened as if just recovering from a serious illness, unable even to stand.

Let alone wielding their weapons.

In the sky, a bolt of black lightning struck the ground, booming, and black ripples spread outward.

The entire ground of the Number One City under Heaven instantly revealed a black expanse.

The black lightning surged, forming an ocean of black thunder.

Gui Water Yin Thunder Heavenly River Grand Formation!

At the City Lord's Manor, on the edge of the Inverted Mountains, Zhu Bajie lowered his gaze, pinched a hand seal with both hands, and activated the grand formation.

The black yin thunder roiled like waves, swallowing everyone whole.

Lightning surged within the Number One City under Heaven, turning the city into a terrifying thunder prison.

"How is it?" Tang Luo turned his head to look at the Eight Trigrams Furnace beside him.

Yang Jian's heavenly eye flickered open and shut: "It's still there; the Qi Fortune Harvester is like the queen bee's will in a swarm of insects—its consciousness merges with each person, influencing but not controlling them, and it cannot be separated or removed."

"Since it can't be done," Tang Luo glanced at the hundreds of thousands of troops around him, "then let's bury them all."

Yang Jian warned: "Be careful; He must be plotting something. It's not simply stirring up the world to crush us that easily."

"Mm." Tang Luo nodded, telling Zhu Bajie, "Open the formation."

Zhu Bajie's hand seals shifted with both hands.

The black lightning ocean transformed into a surging river, its ends meeting to form a ring that encircled the tens of thousands of troops outside the Number One City under Heaven.

The black yin thunder spread along the ground, covering where those people stood in just three to five breaths.

This caused a commotion.

Fortunately, each side had powerful masters holding the line, and the chaos was quickly quelled.

Many martial masters stepped out of the ranks and actively charged toward the Number One City under Heaven.

The situation seemed not quite what they had initially expected.

The Jia Family's methods were indeed extraordinary.

Had it not been for stirring up the world, this trip might have had an uncertain outcome.

As large numbers of first-rank and Grand Master-level martial masters rushed toward the Number One City under Heaven, Tang Luo reappeared above the city.

Unlike last time, the great bow in his hand had turned into a black halberd.

Its shape was more ferocious than Lu Bu's broken new Fang Tian Hua Ji, with a blood‑red spearhead and crescent blade, as if it had drunk countless blood to attain this dark, deep crimson hue.

"The mortal realm, defiled again."

Ao Yulie continued the dubbing; one must see a task through from start to finish.

Although the master appeared indifferent on the surface, deep down he still liked to put on a show.

As his most beloved disciple, at this moment you must absolutely cater to his preferences and make the correct choice.

Tang Luo showed no reaction, merely turning his arm and slightly raising the Profound Change Halberd in his hand.

The halberd tip pointed down, tilted; in Tang Luo's sight, the Profound Change Halberd had already 'covered' the tens of thousands of troops beneath his feet.

Thrust downward, fall!

Thousand Hands Cannot Defend!

Countless halberd shadows fell from the sky; before each person's eyes and in front of them appeared a ferocious, murderous great halberd, lunging at them.

To take their lives!

Below the Grand Master, all are ants; facing Thousand Hands Cannot Defend, they had no time to react or opportunity, and blood blossomed.

Grand Master of Great Yin, his protective true qi was as fragile as paper mache; the Grand Master's martial arts cultivation, in the face of the Profound Change Halberd, resisted like a mantis trying to stop a cart, a mayfly shaking a tree, without exerting the slightest effect he followed the footsteps of those soldiers.

Great Qian Imperial Clan's offerings, Grand Master, the senior grand masters employed various methods.

Blade light and sword shadow, palm wind and fist force, brought out incredibly violent power.

The Profound Change Halberd, like piercing fish in water, broke through their attacks and defenses, pinning them completely.

Gu Shang and Gu Chao's joint combined attack had no effect; their blood mixed together.

The hidden Li Lin Dao's shield shattered into pieces, the fragments riddling his body with countless holes.

Zhen Tian Du and Xian Yun Dao Ren's proud, confident chatter turned completely into expressions of terror, like a mask frozen on their faces.

The transparent Heavenly Crystal Hand was shattered by the Profound Change Halberd, together with the presumed indestructible Heavenly Crystal Body.

"Howl!"

The generals of Great Ding let out tiger roars and dragon chants, their weapons advancing toward the Profound Change Halberd.

Guan Yu brandished his blade, the dragon-shaped qi on his Green Dragon Crescent Blade coiled around, the dragon's chant echoed through the three armies, advancing toward the Profound Change Halberd.

Clash! Sever the dragon's head, break the Green Dragon, kill Guan Yu; the Profound Change Halberd's momentum was like splitting bamboo, one move to slay the enemy!

Zhang Fei's Eighteen-foot Serpent Spear danced like a golden serpent, tearing at the Profound Change Halberd before it, yet was completely ripped apart; spear tip and arc blade pierced through the chest.

Blood, strength, and life all faded away together.

Huang Zhong's feathered arrow had just left the bowstring when the Profound Change Halberd shattered it; the great bow, arm, and chest vanished in succession.

After Ma Chao's tiger-head jade-gold spear broke, the Xiliang Palm and Chuyun Hand were both unleashed, yet still could not block the insubstantial phantom of the Profound Change Halberd; as he fell, he saw Huang Zhong tumbling from his horse nearby.

Zhao Yun held the Dragon Gallbladder Spear in his right hand and the Green Emerald Sword in his left, a gorgeous, wind‑tight barrage of relentless attacks continually guiding and weakening the power on the phantom of the Profound Change Halberd.

The Dragon Gallbladder Spear broke, the Green Emerald Sword shattered, and deep bone‑visible wounds on both arms spread throughout the body.

On the other side, in the Wu King's Camp, Gan Ning, Lu Meng, Lu Xun and the others all died beneath the Profound Change Halberd.

In the Wei King's Camp, the Xiahou Brothers' combined effort could not block the phantom of the Profound Change Halberd; the Five Elite Generals likewise could only slightly delay their own deaths.

Xu Zhu roared, meeting it head‑on, his qi surged, after a brief standoff he was pinned to the ground by the Profound Change Halberd.

Moreover, the heavily wounded Lu Bu and Zhou Tong had already died even before these martial arts masters.

One strike!

Blood‑red surged to the heavens; the great army of several tens of thousands was utterly wiped out, leaving only a handful of survivors.

Yes, there were still a few people who survived.

On the Great Ding side was Zhao Yun, his body drenched in blood, nothing but wounds; yet his martial art of moving freely among ten thousand troops allowed him to successfully block Thousand Hands Cannot Defend.

On the Great Qian side, Xian Yun Dao Ren, as the Profound Change Halberd fell, his form began to blur, almost turning into a wisp of green smoke, weaving through the great army.

By using countless people to block the Profound Change Halberd, wearing down its power, they finally shattered it.

Even so, they paid the price of severe injury.

In Great Yin, unexpectedly there was also a 'survivor'—none other than the expert in surrender and backstab, Meng Huo.

After Tang Luo became the common enemy of the world, Meng Huo fled at once.

Meng Huo never entered the Lord's Manor, instead becoming part of the Jia Family's forces; at that time Tang Luo merely intended to use him to demonstrate a chess situation.

But the appearance of Liang Shan's remnant troops rendered him useless; afterward he was placed in the Number One City Under Heaven to live out his days.

But he was the first to openly rally and defect to the Jia Family, which still carries symbolic significance.

Jiang Wei originally planned to capture him to warn others, but Zhu Bajie said to let things take their course, so no one bothered with him anymore.

Who would have thought that after infiltrating Great Yin, he would still survive?

Tang Luo glanced at Meng Huo, lifted the Profound Change Halberd and thrust again; he didn't care why this guy hadn't died—since he hadn't, he would strike once more.

Just as Tang Luo made his move.

Wind and cloud underwent a great change; the bloody aura surged from all the corpses, spreading, and in an instant gathered upon Meng Huo.

Meng Huo's eyes were filled with blood; clasping his hands, a blood‑colored great blade appeared in his grip, and he swung it at Tang Luo!

The spreading force of the Profound Change Halberd collided with the blood‑colored blade light; they passed through each other silently, seemingly without any effect.

Meng Huo's body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

That blood‑colored blade light also fell upon Tang Luo.

The blood light engulfed Tang Luo's position; his silhouette could be faintly seen condensed in mid‑air.

"What's going on!?" Zhu Bajie, Ao Yu Lie and the others' faces changed.

This situation was not within their expectations.

Even Sun Wukong furrowed his brows, scanning the surroundings, yet could not find a suitable opponent to take a hit from him.

"This seems to be..." Yang Jian said in a low voice, "transforming the qi of fortune into genuine lethal power."

Fortune and virtue are not the kind of power that directly inflicts harm.

Yet the Fortune Harvester used special means to turn it into a terrifying killing technique!

Several tens of thousands of the great army, which included many martial arts masters, saw their fortune peak during the siege of the Number One City Under Heaven, and then, at that peak, were buried by Tang Luo.

The terror, unease, and anger of death, combined with resentment and fortune.

Condensed by the fortune harvester into a blood-colored fortune blade, carrying the resentment of all beings, it slashes toward Tang Luo.

This blade cannot be dodged, cannot be resisted, cannot be defended against; as long as Tang Luo remains in this world, he must bear it with his body, fully accept it, and withstand this blade.

Blood-colored fortune is like a blade!

The red of all beings, the resentment of all beings, the blade of all beings!

In the blood-colored halo, Tang Luo finds himself in a true mountain of corpses and sea of blood; on the blood-colored gold-patterned brocade kasaya, fresh blood continually drips.

A head of white hair moves without wind.

Surrounded by countless resentful spirits, yet they dare not approach, only able to howl from afar.

That is a fear branded deep within the true spirit, lifetime after lifetime, which will only vanish together if completely eradicated.

"I thought it would be something, just a mere lingering spirit."

Tang Luo casually waved, tearing apart the vengeful spirits filling the sky, and the blood-colored halo surrounding him vanished.

Retracting the mysterious transformation, falling back from the sky to the lord's manor, Tang Luo looked toward the Eight Trigrams Furnace and asked: "Old Yang, can you still open your eyes to take a look? That guy probably didn't die completely."

"He definitely didn't die completely, but I don't need to open my eyes—do you think opening the heavenly eye is like eating and drinking? It's exhausting. I'm wounded; such a small matter can be left to the celestial dog." Yang Jian said.

The celestial dog let out a whine, indicating it could fully locate the fortune harvester; hiding is now meaningless.

After weakening it to a certain extent, we can completely force Him out.

"Good." Tang Luo turned to Zhu Bajie and the others, walking over intending to say something, but his motion suddenly stopped.

The ground beneath his right foot inexplicably sank, forming a small pit.

Under normal circumstances, stepping down would cause the body to tilt and fall, with the head likely hitting a sharp stone on the ground.

If it were an ordinary person, bad luck could even cause death.

As Tang Luo halted, a breeze blew; a fallen leaf from a tree in the small courtyard drifted down, swaying with the wind, but its speed suddenly increased, shooting toward Tang Luo's throat like a hidden weapon.

Tang Luo didn't move at all; the leaf was blocked by the protective power of his brocade kasaya and shattered.

"What's going on?"

"The aftereffects of that blade?"

Ao Yulie and Zhu Bajie walked over.

Sun Wukong circled Tang Luo several times, his eyes blinking rapidly, golden light radiating, like a welder, not knowing what he was looking at.

"Hahahaha, Tang Xuanzang, you've had terrible luck!" Yang Jian's schadenfreude-laced laughter rang out, and his persona collapsed on the spot.

"What do you mean?" Tang Luo asked, Yang Jian gave him a glance with his heavenly eye.

"I took a look; you're surrounded by misfortune. Unless you completely leave this world, you'll likely be unlucky for life!" Yang Jian, who had just said that even a quick glance with the heavenly eye was tiring, opened his eye again to confirm Tang Luo's misfortune.

Tang Luo is indeed shrouded in a "misfortune halo."

That blood-colored fortune blade also wasn't completely ineffective.

Seeing Tang Luo's expression as if he had stepped in excrement, Yang Jian felt that opening his heavenly eye was worth it.